I like the lightning bug idea. If the bottle is big enough and they can fly in it, it will be lighter too. Make the gram weenies happy.
Makes me think of when old friends from New Orleans visited us in Pittsburgh. They loved to see the lightning bugs, the spraying for mosquitos in NOLA kills the lightning bugs also.
76 HawkMtn w/Rangers
14 LHHT
15 Girard/Quebec/LostTurkey/Saylor/Tuscarora/BlackForest
16 Kennerdell/Cranberry-Otter/DollyS/WRim-NCT
17 BearR
18-19,22 AT NOBO 1562.2
22 Hadrian's Wall
23 Cotswold Way
We going Ft Benning/Bragg. I wonder today the people that enjoy 'life' today actually realize the sacrifice that has been paid.
76 HawkMtn w/Rangers
14 LHHT
15 Girard/Quebec/LostTurkey/Saylor/Tuscarora/BlackForest
16 Kennerdell/Cranberry-Otter/DollyS/WRim-NCT
17 BearR
18-19,22 AT NOBO 1562.2
22 Hadrian's Wall
23 Cotswold Way
I'm so confused, I'm not sure if I lost my horse or found a rope.
Worry about finding a job when I'm done with my hike? nah. Maybe take a big student loan and get some more schoolin'? nope. I'll be worried about how much my COLA is going to be for the next year and what my next adventure will be
My trail related stress tends to be in towns. Will be doing my best to minimize that time. Although doing my best to minimize that time also tends to increase that stress...
Emptying my night time pee bottle in front of someone else's tent.
““Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees....” ― John Muir
If I keep my pee bottle in your tent I won't have to worry about it leaking. But seriously will probably keep it in the vestibule just in case.
I'm an older guy and I pee a lot, early prostate issue, such is life.
I really hope that the phone works at the shelter that has the Pizza Delivery Service. Is it too ealy to call them and alert the staff that I like extra pepperoni on my pizza?
Arriving at the right time at a post office to get my box (food, cash, meds, stuff you really need aka TP) only to find it change hours/closed early and it is Friday an a holiday weekend thus being s c r e w e d till Tuesday at 11:00 am.
Hoping my wife didn't throw out my well-worn, La-Z-Boy recliner.
Simple is good.
That a group of eight-year olds will pass me like I'm standing still.
I've done 1095 miles on the A.T. over the last twelve years, and in that time I've passed a grand total of FIVE people -- two of them being a couple that had just given up backpacking due to leg pains.
I've thus given myself the secondary trail name of "Snail's Pace."
And I used to pride myself as a fast walker, at least on city streets.
So I'm now a little embarrassed at how slowly I walk on The Trail, although I'm reconciled myself to the simple fact that I'M SLOW!
Anyway, the most embarrassing moment was when a group of pre-pubescent Girl Scouts passed me, with some of them mentioning that they had gone further in a day, and in a week, then I could (at the time) imagine myself doing. For the record, I've since improved my abilities, to the point that I could probably backpack as well as an eleven-year old girl.
ANYWAY, despite my acceptance of my slowness, I'm still worried that some even YOUNGER group of kids will race by me.
To all of you that I've slowed down while you're trying to get around me -- sorry!